This Is The Life

‘I thought I saw…’

She trailed off. The coffee machine gave a loud beep, jetting boiling mud-colour liquid into the cup below the nozzle and Jeanette risked a glance at the woman at her side who had just spoken. Bowed head, face nearly hidden by frosted blonde hair, but the eyes still peering through in hopeful entreaty: Ask me what I thought I saw.

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Die Booth is a fan of pencil notes, analogue film, and making your own magic. A two-time winner of the Cheshire Prize for Literature, Die’s work features in numerous anthologies and magazines. Writing mainly in the horror and fantasy genres, Die likes to seek out the illusive in the ordinary and lift the veil of everyday life. He works in computers and lives in Chester, England. More at diebooth.wordpress.com.

One comment

  1. Barbara Woodhouse says:

    Enjoyed reading story, held me from the first few lines. Look forward to reading more by this author.

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